So I thought 'Hey, why not?'
And here was the story of the title's birth. No long, not funny, not riveting… What do you want from me?
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Call On Me
Chapter 13:
The sun dipped low over the horizon, almost completely gone. The haze caused by the sun's position set over the town and filled the air with a thick perfume. A mixture of Lang Lang and sandalwood. The trees blew softly and the streets were empty, but soon they would be filled with cars and bikes.
It was Friday night. The night of the long anticipated Friendship Dance, and all across Domino, the high school students were readying themselves. Making sure their hair was in place, making sure they actually have someone to go with and making sure they'd popped all their zits.
At Marik and Malik's house, they were all ready. Marik wearing a white striped hoody and a black turtleneck beneath it along with deep blue pants. Malik tied his hair in a bun and was wearing a white dragon-decorated shirt and khaki cargo pants.
Yes, they were making a big deal out of it.
"Alright, Malik, you told them to come over at seven right?" He looked at his watch and it was 6:30. "We'd better get-"
Ring Ring Ring!
Malik looked at the phone and answered it. "Hello, this is-"
"Hi Kilam!" It was Yugi's cheerful voice, Malik was relieved he hadn't said his name. But how the little guy got his phone number was a complete mystery, "Me and Yami forgot to ask all week, what's your address?"
Malik squeaked and looked at Marik for help. Marik grabbed the phone and said, "Hey, Yugi. Our address is 6216 S. Grady Ave. You got that?"
"… Got it! Thanks, Kiram, we'll be there in about thirty minutes! Bye bye!" The phone clicked and Marik hung it up.
"Um, Marik, that's not our address. That would be…" Realization flashed in Malik's eyes, "Marik, no! No, we can't!"
"Don't you tell me no, Malik, you got us into this." He grinned slightly, though trying to be forceful, "And lucky for you, I can get us out."
Marik opened the front door and grabbed his hikari by the wrist dragging him out against his will. Malik kicked and shouted, but to no avail. He was being handled with ease and by the time they reached their destination, Malik had lost all will to go on. He sighed in defeat, leaning on his yami's shin, down on the ground.
"Get up, Malik." He whispered, finger on the doorbell, "We want to look like upstanding young men."
Malik stood up and frowned. Marik pushed the door bell… Ding- Dong.
"I-I'm comin… I'm comin…" A withered old voice called from inside. The door opened slowly and a prune-shaped face appeared at the crack of the door. It was an old woman, white-haired and small, about the size of Yugi (minus the hair). "W-What do you two upstanding young men want….?"
Marik grinned, baring his fangs which caused the old woman to shiver, "Hey there." Was all he said before pushing the door wide open and shoving her aside.
She wailed in pain as she hit a plant, "AAAHHHH!"
Malik stood at the front porch, mouth agape. "Oh Ra, forgive us."
"C'mon," Marik waved to his other half, and shutting the door behind him, "Well this was easier than I thought. Yeah, this house will do."
The oldster was on the floor, desperately crawling for the telephone on the wall. She was almost there, moaning something about her broken hip. Marik sighed and grabbed her by the hand, going towards the staircase.
"Malik," He called back, "Do something with the living room, kay? It smells like old person."
All of a sudden, Malik was beaming from ear to ear, "Oh, okay, Marik! Redecorating, it is! Oh boy, oh boy…!"
Marik rolled his eyes and continued down the stairs, the old woman in hand, still wailing and crying. After telling her to shut up for the umpteenth time, they got down to the basement where the furnace was…
Meanwhile, at Yugi and Yami's house, they had gotten ready at four o' clock, if you can believe it. Even though they were not scheduled for such an early pick-up, they wanted to make sure they had enough time to do everything they needed. Extra hair gel, going to the mall to get new clothes, buying expensive colognes… The stuff they bought was from a store in the mall called Boom Boom. It was where all the rich people went and Yugi had to tap into his college fund for a diamond bracelet he bought.
Yami used some of his King of Games prize money that he had received from various dueling competitions to get two solid gold millennium puzzle look-alikes. It was all a real hassle but, as they said "Nothing's going to far for our new friends".
Yes, this night was the definitive where Yami and Yugi would officially dub the two Italians their new "Best friends".
"C'mon, Yugi!" Yami called from downstairs, "Ryou and Bakura are here and we have to go pick up Kiram and Kilam!"
"Hold your ponies, I'm coming!" Yugi rushed downstairs, his various belts and chains clanking against his chest and thighs.
As they rushed for the door, Ryou's Mercedes honking in the driveway, Grandpa called from behind the counter, "You boys be good! Remember… manners."
"Yes, Grandpa."
"Compassion."
"Yes, Grandpa."
"Sensibility."
Honk honk! Yami and Yugi were out the door faster than you can say 'Yes, Grandpa'. They jumped into the jet-black car, smiling at Ryou, who smiled back, and smiling at Bakura, who ignored them. Ryou and Bakura were wearing matching light blue shirts and jeans with patches from various rock bands. (Yes, Ryou and his yami were underground rockers.)
"You guys look great!" Yugi chirped and handed a piece of paper to Ryou, "This is Kiram and Kilam's address. I called earlier and got it from Kiram. I can't believe how close they live."
Bakura quirked an eyebrow and peeked at the address on the paper. Questions flew threw his mind until a moment later when he realized that this was Marik and Malik they were dealing with and that must mean…
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Bakura busted out in laughter, "T-That's priceless!"
Everyone starred at him in wonder, "…?"
"… Nothing."
Back at 6216 S. Grady Ave, Malik had all but torn down the living room and replaced it with new, more vibrant colorings. He'd painted the walls a bright blue, and he threw out all the ashtrays and old couches. He'd gone to other houses on the street and stole sofas and loveseats and a big screen television. The whole living room space looked like an old woman never touched it.
He sat on the vanilla couch and, for a final touch, lit some 'Midnight Musk' incense that he'd gotten from their house actually. When it was all done, and that was completed in under fifteen minutes, Malik laid back on the sofa and sighed.
"This is so much better!"
In a second, Marik came in from the bottom of the staircase, wiping his hands on his pants. And when he looked up, his jaw unhinged. "M-Malik…!"
"Oh, hi, Marik!" He smiled and stood up, pointing at random things, "Do you like it? Isn't it gorgeous! You won't believe what I had to go through to get that lava lamp, those people had an attack dog!"
Marik slapped his forehead and let his hand slide down, "… When I said do something about the living room, I meant spray some air freshener! Not ransack the entire neighbor hood so you could play interior designer!"
"Why are you so upset? You steal everything in sight."
"I steal stuff when it's important to our mission, not to decorate a living room that isn't even ours… Ooh. Hey, is that Midnight Musk?" Marik went over to the incense, burning by the vanilla loveseat. "Wow, that's my favorite!"
"I know." Malik grinned, happy now that his yami was content.
It was about ten minutes later when their doorbell rang and the two boys stopped relaxing and went over to the door, waiting were Yami and Yugi, with Ryou in the window of the Mercedes, waving wildly and shouting something that could not be heard, because the window was rolled up.
"Hi guys!" Yami and Yugi said in unison, walking into the living room a little bit. "Wow, this is amazing! You have all the coolest stuff… This room had to be done by Nancy Regan's decorator, right? Such vision!"
"Well," Malik couldn't help but grin as his looked at his fingernails, "Almost."
Yugi tilted his head, "Oh, is that Midnight Musk? Mmm. It smells so good. And… there's something else, too. Um… what smell is that? Old lady?"
Malik gasped and looked at his other half. He whispered, "Marik, what'd you do with that old woman?"
He whispered back, "I chained her up to the furnace downstairs."
"Oh, good."
Yami and Yugi cleared their throats, causing Marik and Malik to look back at them. What they had in their hands, shocked the two Egyptians. They placed two millennium puzzles in the boys' hands.
"These are… look-alikes to our puzzles, you guys. We got them for you." Yugi said, smiling and looking at his yami as he gave his to Marik. Malik looked watery eyed and was on the verge of fainting.
"This… this is so great! Yugi, Yami…" Malik put the puzzle around his neck, "Thank you, so much!"
Marik hid his frown, 'Damn,' he thought, 'I need the real ones!'
The horn for the Mercedes was soon honking like mad, due to Bakura who got a hoot out of such a sound. They all piled in and drove down the road, other cars surrounding theirs, as the rest of Domino followed them to the Friendship Dance. The old woman in the basement long forgotten.